So on Thursday, I will make my debut as a budding author.😉 I will be in the Modesto Bee. They are summarizing what I’ve been telling you, or not (I’m sorry I haven’t been active!😦 I’m sorry) but they will be telling you all about me.

First off, the pony I ride (Miss Dior) was excellent in my recent hunter pace. We placed second in a class of twenty or so other riders. I enjoyed watching others ride and had an excellent day filled with flying through the air on half-ton animals.

Second, I have been writing poems and such.

Third, H-O-M-E-W-O-R-K. Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.

Here’s my newest poem:

“I’m Sorry”

I’m sorry

Because I dug up your daises on the sunny spring morning

But they were too beautiful to be buried in the dirt,

Too precious to be left outside to weather the conditions of the world.

[rzh] PS all of my other poems can be found on @rzhpoetry on Instagram.

I love when you finish the (ahem, 63 page) intro to your book. Especially since 17,000 words is a lot. I have finished the plot (in my head); I have finished the intro (on paper). Now it’s time to write the really good stuff. Tensions are building, characters are changing. SPOILER: NO I DO NOT KILL OFF THE MAIN CHARACTER. :)

I hope you all have a fabulous night.

P.S. – If any of you know of literary agents who represent humorous middle-school fiction, do let me know!

Today I (with the help of my good friend) learned/taught myself how to ride a longboard.

Now I must be dramatic…

It felt like flying. The wind caught my half-priced tank top just right, and the sunset illuminated my blonde locks. The breeze was sweet, and all the worries in my world were lifted off my chest. I could breathe again, and it felt nice. I felt my friend push me swiftly, my hair now lashing against my face, playing joyously in the sun. Everything went quiet, and I could no longer hear the ruckus of the basketballs banging against the hoop, nor the mumbled words of my friends, because it’s hard to hear them when you’re flying. I laughed to myself and smiled, enjoying the moment. The longboard vibrated beneath my feet as it rumbled along the pavement. I bent my knees gently and carved left and right. My body bended to the board, I felt natural, un-awkward– normal. I was drifting, skimming, speeding down the road, the only enemy in my world was gravity.

I stepped off slowly at the end of the road, turning my board around to head home.